The Artist Is The Antenna Of The

Religion I Have Defined As "another Of Those Numerous Failures Resulting From An Attempt To Popularize Art".

Genius... Is The Capacity To See Ten Things Where The Ordinary Man Sees One.

'tis The White Stag, Fame, We're A-hunting, Bid The World's Hounds Come To Horn!

I Consider Criticism Merely A Preliminary Excitement, A Statement Of Things A Writer Has To Clear Up In His Own Head Sometime Or Other, Probably Antecedent To Writing; Of No Value Unless It Come To Fruit In The Created Work Later.

We Do Not Know The Past In Chronological Sequence. It May Be Convenient To Lay It Out Anesthetized On The Table With Dates Pasted On Here And There, But What We Know We Know By Ripples And Spirals Eddying Out From Us And From Our Own Time.